Ming, dark, Hua, Dan, Gang, God!
An Qisheng listened with some rapt attention. These six realms were somewhat similar to the previous life in his dream, but he didn't know if it was a coincidence.
Before he got sick, his strength was already close to being dark, and he was considered to be among the best among his peers.
It's a pity that after getting sick, he didn't lose his kung fu, but he almost lost it.
"well."
An Jianzhong sighed when he saw his son's slightly gloomy expression in the rearview mirror.
He is an instructor of the Xingcheng Law Enforcement Brigade and has trained countless law enforcement members. There are many talented people among them, but few are better than his son.
If he had not contracted this disease, it would not have been impossible for him to transform from darkness to transformation in his lifetime.
"Because of this martial arts expo, there have been many martial arts enthusiasts traveling to Xingcheng in recent days. I will be involved in security shortly, so please don't run around."
An Jianzhong stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, heading towards the Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall.
"I know."
An Qisheng nodded.
People who practice martial arts are very energetic, and if a group of people get together, problems can easily arise.
There have been many people who made trouble at the martial arts expos over the years. Even instructors like An Jianzhong were pulled over to serve as security guards. This shows that the leaders of Xingcheng are also very nervous.
"There are big shots at this martial arts expo, and I'm just going to go through the motions."
An Jianzhong said casually.
"Big shot? Which big shot?"
An Qisheng was a little curious.
"Confidentiality Regulations."
An Jianzhong said as he walked through several street intersections with ease.
After a while, we stopped in front of the martial arts gym.
At this time, the martial arts expo had not yet been held, but there was already a sea of people outside. If An Jianzhong had not taken the internal passage as a security guard, no one would have been able to get in.
"It's still early, you go and take a look first."
As soon as he got out of the car, An Jianzhong's cell phone rang.
"Go quickly."
An Qisheng waved to him and walked towards the martial arts gym.
He is a native of Xingcheng. He has been to the Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall countless times, so of course he does not need anyone to accompany him.
Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall was built in Kaiyuan 9506, more than 300 years ago. It is considered to be one of the earliest martial arts halls established by Daxuan.
Otherwise, given Xingcheng's standards, it would not be its turn to host the martial arts expo.
An Qisheng walked into the martial arts hall unhurriedly. In the spacious hall, there were statues of the great boxer, a famous martial artist in Xingcheng for three hundred years.
There are also some manuscripts left behind by them during their lifetime, and their belongings are placed in the exhibition hall.
The expo hasn't started yet, and there are only some staff in the hall decorating it.
An Jianzhong is somewhat famous in Xingcheng, and most of these staff members also know An Qisheng. Although the expo is about to start, they have no intention of recruiting him.
"Now, it's time to test my idea."
An Qisheng took a few glances and then walked towards the exhibition hall.
Entering the exhibition hall, the staff member who was wiping the display boards raised his head: "Qisheng, did you come with your father?"
"Well, my dad is going to work, and I can wander around by myself."
An Qisheng smiled and said hello.
"I won't entertain you since I still have work. There are a lot of things from the martial arts center in the exhibition hall these two days. Please be careful and don't touch them randomly."
The staff member explained.
"Don't worry, Brother Zhao."
An Qisheng nodded.
The reason why he dragged An's father here early in the morning was because once the martial arts expo started, all exhibition halls would be locked and even he could not touch them.
"By the way, Brother Zhao, is there Mr. Gu's exhibition hall here?"
After taking two steps, An Qisheng asked as if nothing had happened.
"Mr. Gu's exhibition hall is separate. It is not open to outsiders before the expo starts. Even the cleaning staff are people from Shanghai, so we are not allowed to get close."
Brother Zhao shook his head.
"Then don't bother Brother Zhao."
An Qisheng frowned slightly and walked towards the depths of the exhibition hall.
I plan to find a boxing master to test the idea first, and then talk about what happens next.
The exhibition hall is lined up on both sides. Near the outside is the booth of the Xingcheng martial arts master. An Qisheng is too familiar with these and skips them directly.
A few minutes later, he stopped in front of a booth, his eyes fixed on the portraits displayed on the booth:
[Wang Honglin, male, Han nationality, unknown place of origin, Kaiyuan 9480-9510... Mr. Wang was an upright man throughout his life, and he hated evil as much as he wanted. The external skills of boxing have reached the pinnacle, and he is especially good at Gumen Xinyi Fist, Dragon and Tiger Grappling Hands, Dragon Yin Iron Cloth Shirt, Hentian Fist, Iron Palm, Baji Fist, Liuhe Big Spear...]
"This is... Bajiquan?!"
An Qisheng's pupils shrank.
Bajiquan was a type of boxing from his previous life, but it actually existed in this world? !
"Wang Honglin, Wang Honglin..."
An Qisheng muttered it several times, suppressed the excitement in his heart, reached out from the exhibition stand, and picked up the manuscript left by the boxing master during his lifetime.
He wanted to finalize it.
This life already overlaps with his previous life, such as Taoist Lao Tzu, Buddhist Sakyamuni, Peng Zu, Chen Tuan, and Zhang Sanfeng. It does not seem surprising that there is an additional Baji Quan.
But An Qisheng's heart couldn't help but beat suddenly.
Huh~
Opening it gently, the first line of words came into view, and An Qisheng's heart was shocked, as if there were huge waves rolling into the sky!
Chinese character!
Or traditional Chinese characters!
At this time, he was extremely sure that this Wang Honglin really came from the previous life in his dream!
Because Xuanwen and Chinese characters are two different writing systems.
[This is not the world I live in. In this world, there is no Qing Dynasty, no Ming Dynasty, no Qin Emperor and Han Dynasty! 】
【Why did I come to this world? How should I go back? 】
[Master Li, father, mother, Ping'er... God, you took everything away from me! 】
.......
On the old pages of the book, An Qisheng saw a man's uneasiness, fear, and finally crazy catharsis when he first arrived in another world.
"Wang Honglin is different from me. He suddenly came to Daxuan three hundred years ago!"
Scanning the pages, An Qisheng's questions not only remained unanswered, but became more and more doubtful.
Why did he come to this world?
How many time travelers are there like Wang Honglin?
"call!"
An Qi took a long breath and stared at the manuscript in his hand. From his perspective, the data panel reappeared:
【Wang Honglin (9480-9510)】
Buzz~
Almost instantly, the panel shattered.
Countless scattered streams of light danced around in An Qisheng's perspective, gradually sketching a picture of a sky full of stars.
Under An Qisheng's gaze, the countless stars all drew closer to him, getting closer and closer.
“Does that gap still exist?”
An Qisheng watched nervously. This was not only related to the secret of his previous life, but also determined his life and death in this life.
Phew~
Suddenly, the picture scroll composed of countless "stars" shook, and began to twist and disappear just like he was observing Gu Changfeng!
"Still not working?"
Looking at the distorted and disappearing "stars", An Qisheng's heart felt cold.
Buzz~~~
Just when An Qisheng was about to give up, from his perspective, large characters with flashing light suddenly jumped out.
The big characters jumped forward like elves, like a magpie bridge, spanning the invisible gap and connecting to a star!
Wilderness, scorched earth, vicious dogs fighting for corpses, ancient city, small courtyard, old trees...
The illusory picture gradually became real, and An Qisheng felt that his eyes seemed to have crossed time and space and saw Daxuan three hundred years ago.
"The Divine Fist Unparalleled Strike, the Eight Extremes King Honglin!"
